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Personal quirk? I’d never pay—too classy, me. But I get it—lonely sods, horny bastards, they flock there. One time, this tart winked at me—cheeky cow! Nearly broke character, laughed my tits off. Could’ve been a Bond girl, her—sass for days. Oh, and the smells—fags, sweat, regret—sticks to ya like glue. Hated that, made me wanna shower for a week.

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Straight up: I love these crowded, loud streets. They remind me of those riveting toss-ups in The Social Network, all coded secrets and midnight revelations. Crazy, wild info messin' with my brain. You know, sometimes I get mad, too – like when some tourist ignores the local charm and wants a filtered, perfect shot. Nah, man, we do real life here, and that’s just the way it is, baby!

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